A/N: Thanks for all the encouragement! I'm glad you all like the story so much! As I said in the last chapter's a/n, please feel free to offer me suggestions on where to take this story! I'd love to try and incorporate some different ideas in the coming chapters that I've got planned out!

Also, the youtube link in the story below is real and is not mine. Must give credit to YouTube User biliblove for some amazing vids!

And now, Enjoy!

When Quinn got home from her heart to heart with Santana, she was greeted by her mother from the kitchen.

"Come here Quinnie, tell me about your day!" Judy Fabray said. Since she had told her husband to get the hell out of her and Quinn's life, Judy had grown substantially more "rebellious" and fun to be around. At least she thought so. Her daughter still thought she was an embarrassing mom.

Quinn rolled her eyes. As much as she loved her mother, and as good as their lives had gotten since her father left, her mom could still annoy her to no end. All Quinn wanted to do was barricade herself in her room and forget the day ever happened.

"It was fine, Mom," Quinn said, sitting down at the island in the middle of the lavish kitchen. The Fabray's were quite well off, despite living in Lima, Ohio. And once the divorce was finalized, Quinn and her mother expected to get half of Russell Fabray's "hard earned" money. Judy had hired one of Rachel's fathers as her lawyer to take Russell for almost everything he had.

"Just 'fine' sweetie? How was Glee Club?" her mother asked while chopping veggies for dinner.

"It was fine, Mom. Just another day," Quinn said. The most noticeable change in Judy Fabray happened when she became the Glee Club's third biggest supporter, behind Rachel's dads of course.

"Okay sweetie. Well, dinner will be ready in about a half an hour."

"K mom, I'm gonna go work on homework."

Her mother nodded and Quinn got herself upstairs as fast as she could without looking like she was trying to get upstairs as fast as she could. As soon as she was safely in her room, she powered up her laptop and got on facebook. She had twenty-seven wall posts about her outfit today from the adoring masses at William McKinley, another three wall posts from her fellow gleeks, and one message. She opened the message and was surprised to see it was from Rachel.

I knew she wouldn't let this be, thought Quinn. She read the message.

Quinn,

I know there must be a lot going on in your head right now. There's no use denying that the kiss happened, all we can do now is decide how to proceed. I promise I won't bring it up in public or do anything to embarrass you. I know very well if I did, there would be a massive slushy attack in my future. However, I do want to offer you an olive branch of sorts via this message. We haven't always been friends, or for that matter civil towards each other, but I want to tell you that if you ever need to talk about what you're feeling, I'm here for you.

With deepest sincerity,

Rachel Berry

"Fuck," Quinn sighed. It was the sweetest message Quinn had ever gotten. Rachel, for all her annoyances and faults, certainly knew how to be a good friend, no matter who it was that needed friendship. And despite how much bullying and tormenting Quinn put the shorter brunette though, there was really nothing that would stop Rachel from helping someone in need.

The young Jew was undoubtedly the best example of a good Christian Quinn had ever seen. And a part of Quinn was jealous that even though she had been raised in a strict Christian household, she had never once felt as though she lived up to the teachings she was expected to follow. This angered Quinn to no end. Her parents, her social standing at school, her own fears all prevented Quinn from being the person she desperately wanted to be, a good person.

Quinn thought about typing a reply. She knew she could trust Rachel to keep this to herself, but was she ready to start this conversation when she had no idea where it would lead?

Berry, (well, a tiger can't change into a sweet kitten over night)

Thanks for your message. I think I would like to talk, I just don't know where to begin... If I start telling you things, I won't be able to take them back, and that scares me. I know I can trust you. I just don't know if I can trust myself. I'm sorry about leaving you in a hurry today, I just couldn't handle what was going on. I hope you can understand.

I want to change. I want to be a better person. I just don't know how. I guess this is a start...

-Q

A few hours later, Quinn received a reply from Rachel.

Quinn,

I understand. Figuring out who you are is tough, and can be made even tougher by social pressures to conform to a heterosexual model. I guess it might be easier for you to talk (type) about all this if I asked you questions and you responded from there.

Do you think you might be interested in girls? If so, what's holding you back?

I suppose I should tell you, to get the ball rolling so to speak, how I identify. Given that I grew up with two dads, I knew from a young age how fluid sexuality can be. I'm bisexual, meaning that I'm interested in both guys and girls. I've never really acted on the liking girls side of myself before today, mainly because I hadn't found a girl worth liking, until now I guess...

Now you know a little more about me. I trust you'll keep this a secret for now, please. I'm not ashamed of who I am, but given the school climate towards those of us in the LGBT community (i.e. what happened to Kurt) it's hard to be out and proud at this age.

Hope you feel like sharing,

~Berry :)

P.s. If you need a little encouragement or something to help solidify your feelings, check out these video clips: youtube .com/user/biliblove start from ep one.

Quinn watched a few of the video clips instead of doing her homework that night. She had heard of the show, Pretty Little Liars, a few girls in her Chemistry class had been talking about it. She felt the portrayal of Emily seemed to mirror how she felt sometimes. She wrote Rachel a quick message before getting ready for bed.

Berry,

Thanks for the clips, it's a good show, I think I can relate to the main character a little. I don't really know what I am. I don't know if I'm gay or bi or just messed up. I guess I'm just confused. I hadn't started to notice girls until I got pregnant. And then with my hormones raging, I started to... fantasize about girls, especially being around the cheerios so much. I thought it would stop after I gave birth, but it actually has gotten more intense...

I don't know what to do with myself anymore. I don't even notice boys, and I wonder if I ever did, or if it was just because that was what I was expected to do.

I'm afraid. This all goes against everything I've ever been taught. Will I go to hell?

Rachel's reply was quick

Quinn,

I can say with utmost certainty, you're not going to hell. The people who selectively quote and misinterpret the Bible do not have the final say, and I truly believe that G-d doesn't care who you love, just that you do love. Besides, there are many, many times more verses in the Bible about love than there are about condemning homosexuality. Numbers don't lie, people just misrepresent them.

I can definitely appreciate your confusion. For me, it was different. I was lucky. I knew from a pretty young age how I identified, mostly thanks to having two gay dads. I wish there was something I could do to help you understand that the feelings you're having are not sick or wrong, they're completely normal and natural.

~Rachel

Before Quinn crawled under the covers and tried and fall asleep with Rachel's encouraging words in her head, she typed her last message for the night.

Rachel,

In my heart, I know God loves me, and I'm not going to hell, but every message I receive from society tells me otherwise. It's just really hard to try to overcome all that oppression.

I wish I knew that everything would be okay if I admitted how I feel, but my fears are just too strong. Besides, if I do decide to live my life like this, what kind of future can I expect? At least right now, I know I can find some boy to love me and make a decent life with. If I'm with a girl, can I still find someone to love me? Can I still have that decent life?

Have you ever felt like you were so fragile, you could break at any moment? I've been feeling a bit like that lately.

-Q